Wanjie Shop 12 Supplies are coming
It's been so many years in the new era, and there are still evil people who rob people on the road?
Zhang Mingxin asked excitedly, "How many of them are here?"
Lin Sanlu's voice came over: "Thirteen. One middle-aged man around forty, two older men, probably in their seventies, and the rest should be in their fifties. Five shovels, three rakes, and a baseball bat."
There was silence in the car for a moment.
The villagers of Yuanhe Village outside the car felt nervous when they saw that no one got out of the car.
Are they going to do the same as the previous convoys and just drive away without paying any attention to anyone?
They had no choice but to resort to robbery to stop the car.
The first few times they stopped cars here, they started by asking the trucks to leave some food for them in a nice way.
But when those people heard that there were still hundreds of people in their village, they refused. Their supplies were limited, and there were also people crying for food at the destination. What would it mean for them to give the supplies to others halfway?
Even if you give little, when you get back to the place where you are staying and the person in charge sees that something is missing, will they mistakenly think that you have hidden something away?
At that time, I couldn’t explain it even if I had a mouth.
Now is different from peacetime. The control of materials has become several levels stricter, and many people don't want to get into trouble.
Some of them stepped on the accelerator and drove away when the villagers were not paying attention. Some of them could not bear it, but they only saved half a bag of their own rations to give to them, which was a drop in the bucket.
Some of the transport trucks behind didn't even stop.
If they still can't get food this time, the villagers of Yuanhe Village will really have to wait to starve to death.
As soon as the leader Yuan Daming turned around, the two oldest uncles lay on the front of the car with a determined look on their faces, as if they were going to commit fraud.
Yuan Daming knocked on the car window: "If you don't give us two bags of rice today, we won't let you pass! Otherwise, you can just run over us!"
"Yes! Push forward!"
"If you don't leave the rice here today, none of you can leave!"
Several villagers behind him immediately waved the iron tools in their hands noisily to cheer for Yuan Daming.
The people in the car heard their "unreasonable demands" through Lin Sanlu's communicator, and they all fell silent for a long time.
No, you guys are making such a big fuss, robbing and scamming people, and you just want two bags of rice?
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“I’m back! I’m back!”
"Is there a car following behind? Is it a transport truck?"
"It's Damin. He's coming back in a car. It must be a transport truck! They're getting food!"
"We are saved. We are saved. Yunfeng, please hold on a little longer."
Most families in Yuanhe Village have built their own houses, which are usually only two stories high. Only one family looks more luxurious, with three stories and a large yard made of cement.
Zhang Jingyu drove the car to the only large yard convenient for unloading and asked, "Whose house is this?"
"It's my home." Yuan Daming answered with a red face, but because his face was too dark and the environment was not good, his red face was not obvious.
But when his wife came out of the house to pick him up, she noticed his embarrassment at a glance and took a closer look: "What's the matter?"
Yuan Daming scratched his hair through his raincoat. "Nothing, nothing. Oh, by the way, we're about to get some food. Quickly get someone to unload it."
discharge?
The villagers who had just run over from their homes to see how much supplies they had received were overjoyed when they heard this word.
If only two bags of rice were needed, the people who went out could take turns carrying them and come back. Now the transport truck has arrived and said it wants to unload the goods. It must have taken more than two bags of rice, right?
"We come, we unload the goods." The villagers rushed to stand behind the carriage waiting to help.
Zhang Jingyu assessed the situation and confirmed that the villagers had neither the ability nor the intention to engage in a fight before he put his gun back in the butt and got out of the car.
"Yuan Daming, please explain the situation to the villagers first."
When he said this, Yuan Daming felt even more embarrassed. He couldn't help but think of his group of people who were so weak in the knees that they could hardly stand after seeing a group of soldiers get off the bus.
After meeting Captain Zhang's oppressive gaze, he suddenly knelt down.
We agreed to rob, but in the end we had to beg on our knees.
But fortunately it's coming.
Captain Zhang said that they were military transport vehicles going to provide assistance to the south, and their supplies could not be moved.
But fortunately, there was a member of the Qingshan Rescue Team, a non-governmental charity organization, in their team. That good man, Xie Yunsui, raised a batch of supplies on his own and prepared to send them to the south.
Military supplies cannot be given to them, but Xie Yunsui’s supplies can be sold to them at a low price.
Yuan Daming skipped over the previous part about robbery and begging on his knees, and explained in detail the reason why supplies could be purchased at low prices.
He was secretly grateful to Xie Yunsui for being willing to provide them with supplies at this time, and he couldn't help but speak nicely to him and explain.
"The situation is bad everywhere else right now. It's been raining non-stop, the roads are bad, and even if you have money, you can't buy supplies. This kind man, Xie Yunsui, heard about our situation and is willing to divert some supplies to sell to us cheaply. He'll just cover the gas money. If you want to buy, go back and get some money..."
Yuan Daming's wife tugged at him and lowered her voice, "Have you forgotten that the village leaders said they wanted to raise money to buy supplies? They pooled a huge sum of money from the villagers, and everyone who was struggling contributed their own savings. No one has any money left!"
At that time, the village leaders all said that the prices of supplies outside were sky-high. It would be a pity if you went out with great effort but ended up not being able to buy much supplies because you didn’t have enough money!
So no matter how rich or poor the villagers were at home, they gritted their teeth and worked hard to scrape together hundreds of thousands of yuan for them.
They said they were giving subsidies for gas, but the price of rice and flour has gone up, so why shouldn’t the price of gas go up as well?
After hearing this, Yuan Daming stammered and wanted to refute, but he couldn't say anything.
I heard them say the price was low before, but I didn’t really know how low it was.
If rice is sold for 300 yuan a bag outside, and he sells it for 200 yuan here, some families may not be able to afford it.
"Rice is ten yuan for ten kilograms, white flour and cornmeal are the same price, smoked ham is twenty yuan for a kilogram, and dried vegetable packages are five yuan for a kilogram. Quantities are limited, first come, first served."
Yuan Daming was hesitating and unable to speak when he suddenly heard a quotation coming from the back compartment of the transport truck.
"We also have charcoal stoves, coal, cotton-padded jackets, hot water bottles, quilts, and other warming items. The average price is under 100 yuan, and quantities are also limited. Each person is limited to one."
The young man stood under the eaves, facing everyone's gaze calmly and without any anxiety.
"Logically, these are disaster relief supplies, and I shouldn't charge you. However, you're not my target. If I give you these supplies, I'll have to buy new ones for transportation, so I'm charging a small fee to make my accounting easier. Thank you for your understanding. Anyone who wants to buy supplies can come here with their money and register."
In fact, Xie Yunsui wanted to fill everyone's home with all the supplies and then leave without any hesitation.
But firstly, this wasn't logical; the transporter couldn't hold so much stuff. Secondly, he needed to trade more often so that he could then present the goodies to the people at the research base as gifts from the Myriad Worlds Shop.
Therefore, the villagers had no choice but to pay some money.
After hearing the low price, the villagers of Yuanhe Village repeated in disbelief, "Rice is only ten yuan?" "Corn flour is only ten yuan too?"
After receiving a positive answer, they went home to get the money.
They have been without electricity for a long time, and their mobile phones have run out of battery and turned off long ago. Fortunately, the villagers are used to taking some money for their own use, so every household still has some spare change.
If you have more money, you can buy more. If you have less money, just buy the necessary rice, flour, grain and oil.
Yuan Daming was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling. He said to his wife, "I told you he's a really good man! I've already ordered a lot of things. Hurry up and take out all the money we have."
"I've inquired about it. Supplies are in short supply. Transportation is done from one place to another. Even if we have money, we can't buy more supplies. We don't know when the higher-ups will remember us and send us supplies. We can only buy as much as we can."
His wife nodded hurriedly: "Yeah, I know, go and queue up and ask if there are any medicines or something. Yunfeng and the others are still sick."
"Hey, I know. Take the money and go to your second and third uncle's house. This car can't hold so many people. My second uncle and his family are still on their way back. I'm afraid it's too late."
"I was wondering why you came back alone..."
Xie Yunsui and Zhang Jingyu were selling things here, while Fang Xiheng was standing a little further away making a phone call.
"We've checked the traffic records of several vehicles departing from Yuanhe Village. We'll send people to intercept them at their next checkpoint..."
Fang Xiheng said: "The intercepted supplies were finally sent back to Yuanhe Village. These are things that should have belonged to them."
After hanging up the phone, Fang Xiheng looked at the villagers who were carrying supplies home with smiles on their faces, like tireless little ants.
They took off their raincoats and would rather get wet in the rain than get a single grain of rice wet.
Although they are all skinny, they seem to have endless energy.
If he wasn't forced into a desperate situation, how could he dare to risk his life to stop the convoy?
How many small villages like this are there?
How many are still desperately holding on?
Fang Xiheng felt a heavy burden on his heart, and with a sullen face he retrieved the map of the route of action.
The material relief for Yuanhe Village finally ended. Xie Yunsui and others declined the invitation of Yuan Daming's family to stay for dinner and returned to the main force.
Zhang Jingyu drove in the front, while Xie Yunsui and Fang Xiheng stayed in the carriage to arrange a new batch of supplies.
Xie Yunsui looked up and saw that Fang Xiheng looked unhappy, so he put down the notebook in his hand.
"Are you still worried about the villagers of Yuanhe Village?"
Fang Xiheng shook his head: "It has been arranged. The stolen supplies will be returned soon."
"Those people must be severely punished."
"Well, there are many people and organizations across the country who are looking forward to social disorder so that they can take advantage of the chaos to seek benefits for themselves. During special times, the punishment will definitely be heavier, to make an example of them."
Xie Yunsui pressed down his frown and asked, "Then why are you still frowning?"
Fang Xiheng grabbed his hand and looked up: "Is Tiantian still with you?"
In the Wanjie Store, the little bee banged its head against the wall. "Wow, Xiaoxi is still thinking about me! I knew Xiaoxi was the best!"
You are worthy of being the candidate I carefully selected to be the next owner of Xiao Wan store!
Xie Yunsui raised an eyebrow: "Yes, do you want to use it?"
Fang Xiheng showed him the screen of his phone. "We're passing through quite a few small villages along our route this time. Let's have Little Bee lead the way and help me see how many other villages are in situations like Yuanhe Village."
Xie Yunsui was stunned for a moment, then Boji kissed him. "They say we're a match made in heaven! I just asked Captain Zhang if we could visit every village along the way, distribute supplies, and investigate the situation. Captain Zhang said time is limited, and he'd report back and have someone specifically review the situation in the villages. He rejected my idea."
Fang Xiheng smiled and said, "Zhang Jingyu has a mission to complete. Soldiers must obey orders first. Unlike me, I have more autonomy. Letting Little Bee go ahead will also avoid wasting unnecessary time."
"Very thoughtful. I'll listen to you."
Xie Yunsui took out the little bee, asked it to memorize the route map, and then started working.
The little bee deliberately rubbed against Fang Xiheng before going out proudly.
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